I killed a police-wife with a rusty knife

Then cut through sinews and bloodways

Must I continue ?

It's a shame this art is forgotten

I'm collecting all that is rotten

I love go killing, it's rather thrilling

So happy when I find a jelly warm piece of mind

Sometimes I wanna see them choking

I'll be damned if you think I'm joking

I've ripped some eyes

I've stripped the thice, I'm not telling lies

Down at the bay I throw them away

Practising death, I've messed around

As I love to be, it strenghtens me

Put some in the ground

'cause when it's hot it sooner rot

I drilled a hole there too

To make the sun shine through

(and making love there too)

I master high-tech death

And to drink their breaths

Taking LSD, it's helping me to see

As I slayed that sweet Mary

Call it robbery

Gazing at the sky...wawing

When I'm flying high...raving

I killed a police-wife with a rusty knife

It could have been you

Must I continue ?